<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tail Mask on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tail-mask/</link><description>Recent content in Tail Mask on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/tail-mask/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Summer Of Dares 11: My Full Dogification</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-summer-of-dares-11-my-full-dogification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mysummerofdares10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Summer Of Dares 10: With Friends Like These&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: My Full Dogification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was having a dream Gregory. Your not going to rat me out to the girls for that, are you?&amp;rdquo; I asked reasonably in the same silent whisper as he had used. I was angry, or perhaps frustrated at being interrupted so close to relief and I knew it came out in my tone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>